Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.
As I was walking past the brick wall, I noticed hand prints someone had made.
I didn’t know who had made them and I didn’t know why they had made them.
As I continued walking, I was compelled to go back and photograph the wall.
How many people had walked past that wall since it had been constructed years ago?
How many of those people were hurting?
Dealing with insurmountable challenges?
How many of them had faith in God?
How many did not?
As they passed the wall, they left a portion of their lives there—a few seconds or moments in time as they traveled on to the next one.
What if each person I’ve known could’ve left an impression of themselves on the wall of my heart?
Would they have found love there?
What would Jesus have wanted them to find?